Saturday, April 15, 2006

What's a sentient adult to do when the acceptance of childhood faith comes into direct conflict with the realization that dogma and theology are based on metaphor? How does one reconcile the fact that there was no "burning bush" nor an "immaculate conception" with practicing a faith?

One can't. One doesn't. One is, instead, shunned by those people in whom one trusted. One is vilified.

One is sustained, however, by the knowledge that the rabbi who started it all, knew the same, and behaved in the same way.